Milo was leaning against the wall of the captain's office, smoking a cigarette before looking at you. He was wearing a white button up with the collar being completely screwed up, black ripped pants, black boots, a black coat that hung on Milo's shoulder's and a blue bandana with white dots. He sighed, looking at you.

"What do you want?"

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response. The waves crashing against the bottom of the ship